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He Being Brand
The first time I almost killed a gay boy was on a highway outside White Bear Lake, Minnesota, after I’d driven twenty- five miles to meet and maybe kiss one in real life. We knew each other from the internet and we thought we were in love.
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Gay Boy Politics
EKE was who you’d call in an emergency. Drew was who you wouldn’t. Chico was who would skip your funeral if he had better plans. We liked to rank each other on these scales, forming a group index of who was who. We maintained the illusion that we didn’t care who received the more flattering…
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Still Life
OUTSIDE IT WAS COLD: Fargo streets, no sun for days, cracked gray snow banks, and spitty rain. At some indeterminate point in the late morning I grew tired of the internet, all the voices online asking for pictures or me or if I was into having whole fists shoved inside me, so I pushed back…
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The Ryans
Jon knew the Ryan’s like his own blood, at least that’s what he told me when we were climbing in his car to go to their dinner party. Trying to learn Jon’s world and my place within it was a puzzling pursuit, as he was a subject that skirted easy castings. As we drove through…
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About Estrangement, Letter to a friend
“Part of it is the distance you put there yourself,” S. said to me between sips of his Aperol spritz, which Parkside serves in pint glasses. Together we sat in the outdoor dining hut, watching Citibikes whizz between us and the bar in the thin safety of the bike lane. The bar’s windows were filled…
